When given pills to help with his aggression, a man finds himself changing more than his attitude.
Thursday, January 4th, 2018
Fuck you. And fuck you too, Dr. Swalley.
Friday, January 12th, 2018
This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever done, I swear to god.
Fine. Fine. For Kiera.
“You don’t talk much, Tony,” she says.
I mean, no shit. What’s there to talk about? I just get mad, okay? Who doesn’t? It’s all bullshit. Trying to keep ahead, listening to your coworker’s crap, all those fuckin’ people on the road that don’t know how to drive. …
Soft white LED tube lights filled the simple room. Within the room was a huge table lined with high walls. The room was sterile and white and even shadows were seemingly banished by the array of lights. Five black cameras watched the table, four in the corners and a large dome camera directly above.
Dr. Bowman looked up from the monitors on the table before her. She saw herself in the thick glass set in the wall separating her from the white room. …
It’s quiet. It’s always been quiet here. I found the place about three years ago and fell in love with it immediately. It’s large enough to be comfortable without being too ostentatious. And it’s far enough away from the main road to give me the peace and quiet I need after a long day at work.
And yet, I can hear cars in the distance. The low susurrus of tires on a well maintained city road. People awake and going about their business even in the middle of the night.
My eyes are closed and my heartbeat is a steady thump deep in my chest. …
A simple, quick story of a male changing into a werewolf and, in turn, changing a woman. Bonus section at the end for a second woman.
Needed to write something quick and dirty so here you go! And, remember, since this is a sketch series, it’s just… you know. Basic. And I really really didn’t check for editing.
A single overhead light flickered and hummed far in the corner of the study area. Justin glanced up at it with an internal sigh before focusing back on his books and notes. He was grateful the small community college had a quiet room for students to study but he wished they kept it in better shape.…
A man finds himself cursed by the bite of a rabid whooooooore!
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. On the best of days. All right. I’m not dumb. I just sometimes miss the obvious. I get distracted and sidetracked and my mind goes on its merry little way.
Today is one of those days.
Hi, hello. I’m Donald. I hate my name. I go by Don and that doesn’t help much. Neither does Don Juan because I can’t say it with a straight face. So, when I’m trying to be funny or sexy to girls, they just laugh. …
A man tests a mysterious potion on the president of his company.
I’ve had this little fun daydream for quite a while and figured it was past time to write it down for other people :) Just quick and dirty and sexy! Hopefully! There will probably be a chapter 2 that includes a few more random sexy scenes if y’all are interested :)
“And that’s it?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s it,” the old man said.
I sat there in the corner of a little Starbucks, well away from everyone else. The gentleman I was speaking with sat back in the overstuffed leather chair opposite me. …
Tiffany stared at the ceiling through red-rimmed eyes. Every so often, she sniffled and sighed, rolling from her left side to her right side, back and forth. A thick nondescript gray blanket hung off the edge of her hard cot. She’d used it briefly during the night until she couldn’t stand the way it scratched against her bare arms. Instead, she lay in a small ball, hands gripping her arms tightly. Gray pre-dawn light filtered through the small window overhead.
Time seemed to stop for her; she couldn’t tell how long she’d been in the tiny room. She’d screamed and cried and cursed until her throat was raw. …
A young man grabs the wrong drink in a club and finds himself changing.
Loud music thumped repetitively throughout the club while lights flashed and spun and pulsed. The center of the club was full of couples and single people dancing and grinding against each other. Booths, couches and bar stools lined the walls. The DJ stood above all of them on a platform off to the side of the room, nodding and dancing in place while he adjusted settings on the large board in front of him.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Jeremy said. The young man was dressed in blue jeans and a plain black polo shirt. …
This story is for Solone ( http://solone.deviantart.com/ ) a very talented CG artist (and that’s saying something for me since I really like CG TF art). He recently put out a series titled “Motel 6” ( http://solone.deviantart.com/gallery/56387845/Motel-6 ) and I decided, what the hey! I’m going to write a super quick little story about it and make stuff up! And so, I did. Please note that this is my own interpretation and, most likely, Solone had an entirely different idea for what was going on. This is a tribute piece for him :) I highly recommend you check out his stuff!